The lights in the stairwell never came on, and Wen Yixing felt a slight pain in her waist from his grip.
He pinned her against the door, and his kiss wasn't exactly gentle.
When he started having trouble breathing, Wen Yixing reached out and patted his shoulder.
Shen Jingshao stopped, and Wen Yixing leaned on his shoulder, breathing heavily.
Despite the dim surroundings, Shen Jingshao still couldn't bear to let go of her, so he bent down and hugged her again.
Wen Yixing nudged him, but couldn't budge him.
The temperature at night was much lower than during the day, and the stairwell was cool, but Shen Jingshao was hot, so being next to him felt like being next to a big furnace. Wen Yixing felt her palms sweating.
The big furnace didn't realize he was a big furnace at all, and even bent down to kiss her ear.
It tickled a little, and Wen Yixing shrank back a bit, then heard him whisper again, "I miss you so much."
Shen Jingshao looked up at her and said, "I miss you so much."
Wen Yixing smiled. The stairwell was dimly lit, and she could vaguely see his expression and the still-wet stains on his lips.
Her face felt a little hot, but Wen Yixing calmly looked away and met his eyes.
There are many things she simply cannot say as frankly as she does; she feels somewhat embarrassed, ashamed, and unaccustomed to them.
Without needing to say more, Shen Jingshao understood her meaning with just a glance.
He smiled, then tightened his grip slightly.
Before Wen Yixing could react, she felt herself being picked up by him. Almost instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
She gripped his clothes tightly at his shoulder.
Shen Jingshao didn't speak. He pinned her against the door, looked up, and moved closer again.
Wen Yixing didn't reject his closeness. As soon as she closed her eyes, her phone started vibrating.
The vibration sound was particularly clear in the quiet night. Shen Jingshao stopped and looked down at her glowing phone.
Logically speaking, very few people would call her at this time.
Wen Yixing picked up her phone and saw her name displayed on it.
It was Fang Shiyan who called.
The phone screen was very bright, and Wen Yixing knew without a doubt that Shen Jingshao had seen it. He probably only needed to look down to see the three words on the phone.
Wen Yixing didn't speak, but looked at Shen Jingshao.
Shen Jingshao looked at her as well, but tilted his head slightly, making it clear that he would not interfere with her decision.
Wen Yixing smiled. She looked down at her still vibrating phone again, her fingers twitching slightly as she answered the call.
Perhaps not expecting her to answer, there was a moment of silence on the other end. It was Wen Yixing who spoke first, asking, "What's wrong?"
Her voice was a little hoarse, which was especially noticeable in a quiet place. Shen Jingshao thought it sounded nice and wanted to kiss her again.
"Still not asleep?" Fang Shiyan's cool voice came from the other end of the phone.
Wen Yixing: "I'm not asleep yet."
Shen Jingshao held her, unable to control his thoughts about her. He didn't make a sound, but instead lowered his head to kiss the small mole on her neck and her slightly cool earlobe.
His movements were very gentle, and Wen Yixing felt really ticklish from his touch.
She ran her hand through his hair and gently tugged at it as a warning.
"I was packing my things today and you left some things here. I was wondering if you still need them?"
Shen Jingshao toned down his movements a bit, but he was still kissing her neck.
When Wen Yixing realized she couldn't stop him, she could only tilt her head back slightly to cooperate and keep him from making a sound.
After listening to Fang Shiyan's words, Wen Yixing thought for two seconds. She had already taken all the important things, so she shouldn't have forgotten anything particularly important.
"No, thank you." Wen Yixing's voice was polite and courteous. "Please throw it away."
There was silence on the other end for a long time.
Wen Yixing could feel Shen Jingshao gently bite her neck, a sensation that was both tingling and numb.
Taking a deep breath, Wen Yixing, unable to bear it any longer, reached out and hit him.
I didn't really dare to use force; I just patted it very lightly, without making a sound.
"It's too late, I need to rest." Wen Yixing tried her best to make her tone sound normal. "Is there anything else?"
Fang Shiyan probably finally realized that it was already very late. He clearly still had something to say, but after hesitating for a moment, he simply said softly, "You should get some rest."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Yixing put her phone in the small pocket of her pajamas, then reached out and cupped his face, deliberately putting on a stern expression as she asked, "What were you doing just now?"
Seeing that Shen Jingshao remained silent, Wen Yixing asked again, "Was it intentional?"
Shen Jingshao glanced down at his phone, pinched the soft flesh of her waist, and asked, "Why did you answer it this time?"
Wen Yixing smiled. She could actually tell that Shen Jingshao's emotions were always a little off every time he saw Fang Shiyan.
The same thing happened last time; he kissed her in the car until her lips went numb.
Although Shen Jingshao didn't say it this time, Wen Yixing could roughly guess that Fang Shiyan had also attended the banquet, which was why Shen Jingshao came to find her in the middle of the night.
Wen Yixing slowly began, "I just wanted to tell you something."
Shen Jingshao looked up at her: "What is it?"
Wen Yixing smiled and said softly, "Some things, once I don't want them, I just don't want them anymore, and I won't take them back."
"Don't be unnecessarily jealous."
Her eyes were so clear that even though it was somewhat dim, Shen Jingshao could see them clearly and understand what she wanted to express.
Wen Yixing was a little uncomfortable in that position. She struggled to get down, but accidentally bumped into something else.
Both of them stiffened slightly.
Shen Jingshao's eyes darkened, as if he wanted to kiss him again.
Wen Yixing stepped forward and covered her mouth, muttering, "It hurts."
Shen Jingshao put her down, but didn't let her leave. He held her wrist with one hand, "Where does it hurt?"
Wen Yixing said without changing her expression, "My mouth hurts."
Shen Jingshao smiled, but also carefully cupped her face in his hands: "Let me see, you may have bumped it just now."
"......"
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